My Past Life is Riddled With Many Sins - Chapter 110
The nerves in her chest increasingly focused on the tips. All her sensations became bound to that tiny part of her body.
“Uht… huu…”
She wished someone would pull her n*pples hard on both sides. No, she wanted them to twist mercilessly… or maybe scratch the sides with their fingernails… no, she preferred them to rub roughly… any way would do…
As Regina’s mind became consumed by such thoughts, his voice settled in her ear.
“How would you like me to help you?”
In a daze, she replied.
“Touch me… harder… please…”
“So vulgar. Like this?”
He squeezed both her n*pples as if he intended to milk her.
“Huhk.”
As the gently caressed n*pples were twisted sharply, a sharp pain shot through her back, accompanied by a thrilling sense of release. He held her, trembling with her thighs quivering, while continuing to play with her.
His thumbs and forefingers, smooth yet distinctly male, firmly pinched her n*pples. The ruthless action caused pain, but the relief from the ticklish sensation was greater, ultimately returning pleasure to her.
“Ah, hick… uh…”
He caught her taut n*pple between his index and middle fingers and pulled it taut into the air. Her ample breasts were tugged along with it.
Just as she felt like her n*pple was about to come off, he released it and then pressed down as if to push the protrusion back inside her chest. As he forcibly squashed her n*pple to insert it, he seemed ready to bury his whole fingertip inside her.
Regina whimpered and begged,
“Ugh… st, stop… hu-uht… it hurts…”
“Shall I pull instead?”
Thinking that might be better than the pressing, she nodded. He then forcibly tugged at her retracted n*pple, pulling it hard. The sharp pain made her tremble all over.
“Hu-ugh!”
“Looks like I could grab both with one hand, don’t you think? It seems your breasts are large enough to allow that.”
He pulled her n*pples together, which he had been holding separately, and then grasped them with one hand. Enclosing the two protrusions within a circle made by his thumb and index finger, he muttered a low spell.
The next moment, a thin string appeared in his hand. He wrapped the string around her gathered n*pples and finished it with a ribbon knot. The tips of her lovely, white br*asts, now tied with the string, protruded obscenely.
The ribbon swaying beneath them seemed to declare that her pretty n*pples were a beautifully wrapped gift.
Looking down at his creation with satisfaction, he whispered in Regina’s ear.
“From now on, I’ll make it so Your Majesty can climax just with your br*asts.”
“What do you mean…?”
“I’ll make you so sensitive that just touching your n*pples will have you leaking everywhere.”
He pinched the tied n*pples and then stroked them gently, as if giving and taking.
“Without touching anywhere else, just this will make the insides of your belly feel hot, your thighs twist, and you’ll be itching to have someone inside you.”
Regina was left in shock at Darien’s outrageous words.
The Prince Iskanda she knew was nothing like this. He was a pure, innocent boy who stirred her protective instincts. Technically, he had been an adult when Yekarna died, but he had always seemed like a boy.
He had been so shy during their first experience… it was absurd for him to speak like this now.
“Are you shocked?”
He examined her face closely.
“That’s why I hid it. I was worried you might be upset. It was hard for me to act like a naive boy, which doesn’t suit me at all.”
“So this is your true self…?”
“Yes. You know I didn’t grow up all that delicately. But I couldn’t just be innocent forever, could I?”
Faced with Darien’s smiling face, Regina was at a loss for words.
Yekarna had met Prince Iskanda during the conquest wars. He was the prince of the nation she had destroyed, but she hadn’t known that at first because he was dressed as a shabby slave rather than in royal attire.
He had been abused by his father, the king.
She didn’t know exactly what he had suffered at the hands of the king. While she could have easily uncovered the truth using the Empress’ authority if she wanted, she chose not to. She didn’t want to delve into a past that could be shameful for him, especially if he wasn’t the one to disclose it.
All she knew was that there were whip marks on his back, that he couldn’t sleep on rainy nights, and that he had been treated like a slave under the rule of his father, the king.
“Please don’t make that face, Your Majesty. In my past life, I was happy after meeting you.”
He gently brushed his cheek against hers before pulling away. Then, he began to play with the ribbon tied around her n*pple.
“I always thought Your Majesty’s br*asts were beautiful in my past life, but I got the feeling you didn’t really enjoy having them touched. I found that disappointing.”
His guess was spot on.
In her past life, Yekarna hadn’t felt much thrill from bre*st stimulation. It wasn’t that she disliked it; it was just that she often preferred other things. She found more excitement in having her sides touched, her back stroked, or her ears licked.
The thought of becoming aroused just from having her bre*sts touched was something she couldn’t even imagine without the aid of some substance.
“But I do like bre*sts, so what can I say? I’ll just have to take care of my share myself.”
Regina was taken aback by his nonchalant attitude.
So, he intended to make her bre*sts sensitive in order to satisfy his own desires? Who did he think he was?
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